Текст песни Леонид Филатов - В пятнадцать лет, продутый на ветру ...

Fifteen years, sold in the wind
Newspaper and comrade opinions
I thought: "Will, I'm not a genius -
I'm on the same moment from horror Ummer! .. "

Sitting at the table, I felt in myself
Holy coachable courage,
And I crated in ink paper,
As if she won her in the fight!

When fate struck thirty-seven.
And squeezed thirty eight
I wonder - tragic autumn
I am imposing a shadow on the man.

But accurately call to court or sobes,
The yellow leaf of autumn pressed the glass,
And I read on the letterhead: "You are not a genius!" -
Short news from heaven.

I looked out in the window - well, it is impossible to
To this hour, to this moment of care
I did not spoil the weather
Night did not rebuilt the landscape!

Everything was the same. Puddle on the porch.
The usual contour of the garbage can.
And the fence wrote a dog
With a shy smile on the face.

Still stupid stuck in the window
Familiar pigeon, important and chemmers.
And life never ceased to be desirable
From the terrible insight of my ...